It was a long, anxious night. The night before the first day of school. I shivered and pulled my blanket higher up to cover my body. It took me a good 45 minutes to fall asleep.
I woke up, still very nervous about school, so I walked over to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got ready. I said good-bye to my mom and ran to my car. After 10 minutes of driving, I finally got to school. The school was very old-looking; it had graffiti and other strange markings on it. It didn't feel safe to me at all.
As I got out of my car I was approached by a young man by the name of Jake. Jake was a junior, whereas I was a sophomore. He told me that if this was my first time at this school, I would really need to find my own crowd. I asked him
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I took a seat, and noticed that many of the kids entering the room were very...ghetto. As I turned to look around me, I saw four kids looking at me with eyes of disbelief. I turned around and thought to myself, "I wonder, what are they looking at."
As soon as I thought this, the biggest one of those four kids walked up to me.
"You know, I really don't think it's a good idea for you to be here, punk!"
"Um, why? Did I do something?" I
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"I don't know why he did that to me, either." She looked at me with concerned eyes and left. I later fell asleep, only to wake to another day.
I woke up around 3:00, having to pee. I got up and noticed a dark figure looking in my window! The sight filled me with terror. My room was upstairs too, so it must have climbed that tree in front of my window.
As I prepared for school, I skipped taking a shower and brushing my teeth. I just put clothes on and got in my car. I just wanted the day to be over with. I ran to my math class after I arrived at school. I saw those same kids, but the kid that flipped my desk strangely had a cut on him that looked like he carved a Big "S" on it. It looked very painful. I went up to him and asked what happened.
"I don't know," he replied. "I woke up at, like, 3:00 with this carved into my skin! Wait, why am I telling you this?? Beat it, rich ass!!!"
He then shoved me, causing me to flip over a desk and hit the floor violently. My spine had let out a very loud crack, and I screamed in agony. The other kids in the group all laughed at me and started pinning me up against the wall. They started throwing punches at my gut and face... I started to bleed. Finally, the teacher came and stopped them from hurting me any further. I was sent home early for the second time, not even making it through a single day of school